Ten Reasons Why Jessie has Got to Go!

Number One: She's Really Annoying

"Oh, wow, what are those?" Jessie exclaimed, pointing up at the sky.

Ash looked up. He sighed. "Those are Pidgeys, Jessie."

"Oh, neat!" Jessie said as she watched the small birds flit about overhead. "They're so pretty! Are you going to catch them?"

"No."

Jessie blinked in surprise. "No? Why not? I thought you were supposed to catch all the Pokemon that you see!"

"No," Ash repeated. "Catching too many means that I won't have time to train the ones I already have. It's better to have a small team that's really strong than a whole bunch that end up getting neglected."

"Oh," Jessie said as she mentally chewed on that. Then she brightened. "Oh, I see! That's so smart! You're such a smart trainer, Ash!"

Once there had been a time when receiving such a compliment from a pretty lady would have sent Ash over the moon. This was not that time. "Thanks," he muttered, and kept on trekking.

They continued on a bit, with the three kids staring straight ahead while Jessie meandered in the back, her eyes staring in fascination at the Pidgeys. Hopefully, it would keep her occupied enough so she wouldn't start-

"Oh, wow, what are those?"

The three of them stopped, and Misty made a sound not unlike a rapidly deflating bike tire.

Jessie now sat on her haunches, staring down with childlike wonder at a pair of purple rodents.

"Those are Ratatas, Jessie," Ash said. "They're pretty common."

"They're so cute!" Jessie squealed in delight. She started to move her finger toward them. "Are you going to catch them?"

"No. And be careful! They-"

One of the Ratatas chittered angrily and snapped at her finger.

"-bite," Ash sighed.

"Oh!" Jessie hastily yanked her finger way and hopped back. "I'm so sorry! Did I do something to offend you?"

Shaking his head, Ash said, "Jessie, they're wild Pokemon! They're going to be aggressive! Leave them alone!"

"Oh, I see," Jessie said, backing up. She bowed low at the waist at the two irritated rodents. "I am so very sorry for bothering you, Mr. and Mrs. Ratata! Please, have a wonderful day!"

"I still can't tell if it's an act, or she really is that scrambled," Misty murmured to May as they started walking again.

"It's not an act," May muttered back. "Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?"

May sighed. "Yeah. Because it was, we could just get rid of her and be done with it. Instead, we get to babysit that idiot back there."

Misty nodded. "Though, hey, how come she knows what a PokeGirl is, but can't even recognize a Pidgey?"

"Because her PokeGirl programming is literally all she has right now! The whole hard drive's been wiped, except for that!"

"Huh." Misty shot May a queer look. "So, basically, she's exactly what-"

"What I was hoping you or Ash would catch, yes!" May snapped. "Ironic, I know, I noticed!"

Number Two: She's Also Really Stupid, and It's Seriously Getting on Our Nerves!

"Oh, look, guys!"

Misty's lip twitched. "If I don't look, then it's not real," she mumbled under her breath.

"Jessie, come on," Ash said with a sigh. He turned toward her. "Could you please-"

Then he stopped. And he stared.

"What?" May said, also turning. "Don't tell me she's gone and…"

May's voice trailed off.

Still making every effort to keep her eyes pointed straight ahead, Misty leaned over to May and said, "Okay, what'd she do this time?"

"Uh, nothing. No need for you to look. Just…keep your eyes on the road."

"What?" Not Misty's curiosity was piqued. She began to turn around. "What are you talking about?"

"No, seriously, you really don't-Okay, fine, go ahead."

Misty looked. And immediately wished that she hadn't.

Jessie stood in the middle of the road, arms spread to either side, with an entirely too pleased grin on her face. And crawling all over her bare body were bugs.

Weedles. Caterpies. A few Parases. Two Venonats sat on her shoulders, inspecting the pinkish fuzz on her head.

"I found all whole bunch of friendly Pokemon!" Jessie proudly declared.

"Jessie, how did…" Ash started to say, and then stopped.

"Aaaahhhhh…" Misty whimpered as she trembled all over.

"Aren't they just adorable?" Jessie continued. Then she frowned. "Though this one keeps poking me."

On her side, a Weedle jabbed the point of its stinger into one plump breast.

"Ow. I wish it'd stop."

Another poke.

"Ow."

On her shoulders, one of the Venonats leaned in to chew on the top of her head.

"Um, that hurts too! Ow!"

The Parases began nibbling on her.

"Okay, that tickles, but also hurts a bit! Come on, guys! Stop it! Ow!"

"May, do something!" Ash pleaded.

"Huh?" May said. "Why me specifically?"

"Because most of those are poison-typed, so Nidoran, Zubat, and Tangela can't do much, Misty hates bugs, but you're fire-typed!" Ash pointed a finger at the increasingly overwhelmed former Rocket. "You've got the best chance of driving them off!"

May shot him a sidelong look. "So, what you're saying is…"

"No, don't roast them! Or her! Just scare them off!"

May looked pained. "All right, fine," she seethed. "I'll save the braincase."

Flames ignited around her hands, and she approached the bug-covered imbecile, who squirmed with increasing discomfort as her newfound "friends" continued to sting, nibble, and slime their way around her body.

As May drew near, one of the Venonats caught sight of her and chirped out a warning. The other bugs flew into a panic, and hastily hopped, skittered, and slithered their way off of Jessie and into the trees as fast as they could.

"Whew!" Jessie said, scratching at the numerous purple welts she was now sporting. "Thanks! I guess some Pokemon can get a little too friendly."

May didn't respond. She just stood there, fists flaming, eyes staring right at Jessie.

And Jessie took notice. "Uh, could you maybe stop looking at me like that?" she said with a nervous cough. "It's starting to make me nervous."

"I'm thinking," May said.

"May," Ash said in warning.

"I said, I'm thinking!"

"Back off, May. Leave her alone."

Sighing, May snuffed out the flames. "One day, you'll wish I had done it," she muttered as she stomped her way past her still-trembling trainer and her trainer's trainer.

Number Three: She Really Doesn't Understand Boundaries

"Oh, yes," Misty groaned as she thrust in and out, her hands gripping May's sweet ass cheeks, the lubricated rod of the dildo strapped to her crotch plunging into May's eager pussy, with the other end filling Misty completely up.

"Mmmmph!" May happily squealed around the ball-gag in her mouth. "Mmmmph!"

"Come on," Misty muttered as she aggressively pounded her friend. "Almost there…"

Oh, it had been so long since they had done this. At least it felt so long. A lot had happened since the last time that they really got the chance to indulge. And now that Misty also possessed the strength and stamina of a PokeGirl, it was opening up a whole new world for them!

"Oh! Are you two having sex?"

Misty paused in mid-thrust. Then she turned to glower.

Sure enough, there was Jessie, against squatting down on her haunches as she stared in wonder at the two preteen PokeGirls.

"Yes," Misty said curtly. "Obviously."

"I see! I see!" Jessie said with a sage nod. "But why are you having sex with each other, and not Ash?"

Though her bindings and gag limited the ways in which May could react, she still managed a very informative roll of her eyes.

"Because…" Misty closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. Okay, hold it together. "Because. Ash doesn't have our stamina. So, we need to give him a break every now and then. But we still need to keep having sex. Because we're PokeGirls!"

"Right, right," Jessie said with another nod. "I understand." Then she pointed down at May. "Is she okay with this, though?"

May's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Yes?" Misty said. "Why wouldn't she be?"

"Then why did you have to tie her up and stick that ball into her mouth?"

"Because she likes it that way! It's her fetish!"

"Oh! I see, I see. Thank you for explaining!"

"Good," Misty grumbled as she reached down to again grip May by the waist. "So, could you please-"

"I'm a PokeGirl! I need sex! Can I join you?"

"NO!" Misty snapped. At the same time, May managed to shove her tongue against the ball-gag and push it out just enough to force out, "Hell no!" For once, Misty did not reprimand her for her language.

Jessie's face fell. "But I-"

"Don't you get it?" Misty growled. She thrust a finger at her. "We're taking you along because we have to! That doesn't mean we're friends, okay? And it doesn't mean you can just butt in every time we're doing PokeGirl things! So go find a stick to masturbate with and leave us alone!"

Jessie swallowed. "I'm sorry," she sniffed, her lower lips starting to quibble. "I didn't mean-"

Then she leapt up and ran off.

Misty watched her go. Despite her irritation at being interrupted, despite how utterly annoying Jessie was, and despite how ticked off she still was at being forced to travel with someone that she kind of hated, she still couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of conscience.

Then, beneath her, May wormed her arms around until they had slipped their bindings. Then she reached back to unstrap the ball-gag from her mouth. "Pesh," she spat. "I don't believe it. She actually killed the mood. I don't even feel up to this anymore."

Misty let out a defeated sigh and slid out of May. If ever there was an indication that things had gotten completely screwy, it was May not wanting to have sex.

Number Four: But She's Also Really Nice?

"I'm so sorry!"

"Oh, God," Misty hissed, her eyes squeezing tightly shut as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Uh…" Ash said as he stared down at Jessie, who had suddenly thrown herself down on her knees and prostrated herself before everyone. It wasn't too dissimilar to how May had behaved when she had asked that Ash punish her the day before, only somehow weirder.

Her face pressed into the dirt, Jessie said, "I pushed when I shouldn't have. I interrupted your time together. I am so, so sorry. Please forgive me!"

Still utterly confused, Ash turned toward the girls, his eyebrow askew.

May placed her hands on her hips and let out a long, hissing breath through her teeth. "This," she mumbled, "is getting so weird."

"What is?" Ash said. "What happened?"

Rolling her eyes to the sky, Misty said, "May and I were having sex, and she couldn't take the hint that we didn't want her to join. So, we had to spell it out for her."

"And I'm really sorry about that! I won't do it again!"

Ash's eyes shifted toward the pair of increasingly chagrined girls. "Uh, I'm guessing you guys were kind of…harsh with her?"

"Of course we were, Ash!" Misty snapped. "We were trying to have some alone time, and the lady who, I remind you, tried to kill us a couple days ago wouldn't leave us alone!"

That set Jessie off, and the woman began wailing.

"Oh, great," May groaned, burying her face in her palm. "There she goes. Now she's gonna be like this for…Yeah, okay. Just keep crying like a baby. Just let the whole world know that we're here."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Ash muttered something under his breath. Then he took a deep breath and just about exploded. "Okay, enough!" he shouted, stamping his foot.

Jessie's sobbing quieted down to soft whimpers.

"Look, I know we all got issues with Jessie, but that Jessie is gone, and we gotta deal with things as they are!" He thrust a finger down toward the quivering adult PokeGirl. "Jessie! They got their reasons for not trusting you! Give them their space and don't push!" Then he swung his finger toward the preteen PokeGirls. "Misty! May! I know you don't like her-"

"Putting it so very mildly," May muttered.

"-and you got good reasons, but she's trying, okay? And she apologized! Just…cut her a little bit of slack, okay?"

Misty let out a long, exasperated growl, but she gave a reluctant nod. "Okay, okay," she grumbled.

"Fine," May said after a beat. "Fine. If that's how it is, then that's how it is."

"Okay, good! Remember, we're not far from Cerulean, and we can't deal with whatever's waiting for us there if we keep going for each other's throats. So, try to get along, okay? Please?"

Misty and May both muttered their agreements. Still sniffing, Jessie peeked her head up and nodded.

"Good! And-Jessie, please get up! You're making this so weird!"

"Sorry!" Jessie hastily bounded to her feet, and despite the volatile emotions going around, all three children couldn't help but notice just how buoyantly her ample breasts bounced. "Sorry. And, thank you, Ash."

"Don't mention it," Ash sighed. "Now-"

Suddenly, he found himself seized by the upper arms and yanked forward. Both Misty and May cried out in alarm, their fists flaring up with fire and thunder.

However, they needn't have worried, as Ash was in no danger, save perhaps of getting smothered, as he found his face sandwiched between those breasts as Jessie affectionately embraced him. "You're the best master ever!"

Grunting, Ash pushed his way out of her arms and stumbled back, his face red and his pants now visibly…tight. "Uh, yeah," the flustered boy said. "Thanks. Let's…keep going, then."

Shaking his head, he continued down the path. After a few moments, the girls followed.

Number Five: She's Also Really Strong

Electricity crackled over Misty's clenched fingers and bulging knuckles, electricity that had been about to thunder out, but now was no longer necessary. "Uh…" she said, lowering her fists.

Ash still had Tangela's pokeball in his hands, ready to let fly, but like Misty, he no longer saw the need. "Huh?"

They stared at the retreating herd of angry Tauros, the terrified bovines fleeing for their lives, their many tails whipping their own backs in a desperate attempt to eke out what speed that they could. Moments ago, the herd had rushed the children, stampeding toward them with every intention of seeing them crushed beneath their hooves. Taken by surprise, they barely had any time to muster any kind of defense.

Fortunately, they didn't need to. Between them and the fleeing bulls was Jessie, her eyes glowing dark violet, dark energies swirling around her arms.

Ash didn't know what to say. At least three of the bulls were limping, their fur singed black, while two others had turned a sickly shade of purple from the poison they had been inflicted with and were now lagging behind. Jessie had descended upon the entire herd in a frenzy and just…driven them off.

Granted, the Tauros hadn't made it easy. Jessie was covered with bruises from head to toe, her face was swollen, and one arm hung limp. But she was standing, and the Tauros were retreating.

Jessie slowly exhaled. Then she turned toward the dumbstruck children. "Awrgh yoush gwuys oggay?" she mumbled through swollen lips. "I-Oh. Ow, ow, ow, ow."

Wincing, she slowly lowered herself down, moving gingerly so as not to upset any of her injuries. "Ow. Dis hurz. Ow. Ow."

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Ash hurried to her side, shrugging off his backpack to get at the last of his potions. "Easy, easy," he said. "I got you." He began to spray her all over, starting with her face. "How did…how did you do that?"

Jessie stared at him in bewilderment as her face deflated down to its normal size. "What do you mean, master? You were in trouble!"

"Oh. Um, well, thank you."

Jessie beamed.

Still utterly confused, May sidled over to Misty and mumbled, "Seriously. How the heck did you guys beat her?"

Misty shook her head. "You know, I really have no idea."

Number Six: But She Might Be a Little Psychotic

"I don't get it," Jessie whispered. "Why are we hiding?"

"Because you're naked and we're close enough to Cerulean that someone might recognize Misty!" May whispered back. "So, we stay out of sight if someone comes down the road!"

"What's Cerulean?"

Neither Misty and May answered.

The three of them were huddled in the bushes atop a small slope that bordered the road. Below, Ash was talking with a teenaged trainer. Or rather, he was trying to explain to the older boy why he couldn't engage in a Pokemon battle with him, despite them both being trainers who met on the road.

Apparently, the older boy wasn't taking Ash's refusal well, and was yelling something about having made eye contact and the sacred rules of Pokemon training.

"I don't get it," Jessie remarked. "Ash has Pokemon, does he not? Then why does he not battle that bully and show him who's boss?"

Misty rolled her eyes. "Ash has a Nidoran, a Zubat, and a Tangela," she said. "It's too bright out to use Zubat, and Tangela is nowhere near safe enough to use in random Pokemon battles," she said. "That leaves just Nidoran."

"But he also has you two!"

"Right! And he's not supposed to, remember? He uses us, and we're all screwed."

"He's going for it," May observed.

"What?" Misty exclaimed, almost rising up out their hiding place. She looked.

Sure enough, it would seem that Ash hadn't actually been trying to beg off from a Pokemon battle, but instead had been negotiating terms to make it a 1v1 fight. And now he was squaring up with the older and likely far more experienced trainer.

"Oh, Ash," Misty sighed. "Is this really the time?"

Apparently, it was. Not that it mattered. Nidoran was a furious little fighter, but Ash's opponent was packing a Graveler. Soon, a redfaced Ash was handing over a handful of bills to his victorious opponent, who walked off laughing.

"Not the best showing for his first trainer battle," May observed. "But it's not like it was exactly fair, you know? And…wait, what are you doing?"

Jessie had risen to her full height. "I'll be right back," she said, brushing her legs off.

Misty got a sudden sinking feeling. "Where are you going?"

Jessie's eyes began to glow dark violet. "Oh, I'm just going to go kill that little creep and get Ash's money back!"

In the highly competitive of Pokemon trainers, one had to expect a certain amount of hyperbole. Tempers often ran hot, and things were said without ever intended to be literal.

However, even in the short time she had known her, Misty knew enough to know that Jessie wasn't the one to exaggerate. She was being quite literal.

"Don't!" Misty snapped. "Jessie, get back down!"

Jessie stared down at her in bewilderment. "But he embarrassed Ash! He embarrassed him and made fun of him and hurt his feelings! I have to do something!"

"And that something is not murder some jerk just for being a jerk!" Misty said.

"Why?"

"Because it's wrong!"

"Why?"

"Because murder is always wrong, that's why!"

"Wow, is this what it feels like to be on the other side of this?" May wondered. "I don't come off as quite that psychotic, do I?"

"Guys, he's gone," a very despondent Ash said as he hiked up the slope toward their hiding space. "And I know, I know. Save it, okay. I don't want to…"

He then caught sight of Jessie standing to her full height, murder in her eyes and dark energy swirling around her limbs. "Uh, what are you guys doing?" he said.

"Oh, I was going to go kill that jerk for you," Jessie said. "But they're telling me to just let it go, even though he really, really made me angry!"

Ash stared. "No! No, Jessie, we don't kill people!"

"But why not?" Jessie whined. "He was mean to you! He was mean to you and took your money!"

"Maybe, but just because someone's kind of a jerk doesn't mean we kill them! We're Pokemon trainers! We had a battle and I lost, so he got some money! Those are the rules!"

Jessie frowned. "But you didn't even want to fight! He made you fight!"

Ash coughed. "Uh, actually, I did want to fight. I just couldn't use most of my team for…reasons. That's why I lost."

"Oh." Jessie sounded almost disappointed. "But he still-"

"It's how the world works, Jessie! Don't kill anyone!"

Number Seven: However, She's Also Really Hot

With a long, weary sigh, Misty stretched herself out on the grass, May reclining next to her. It was mid-afternoon, and they had decided to take a break. They should be in Cerulean sometime tomorrow afternoon.

Honestly, Misty still wasn't sure what the game plan was. She didn't know how her sisters had managed to wrest control of the Gym away from her, if they knew that she was a PokeGirl or not, or if Team Rocket was really involved, but she was almost certain that they were. What were they supposed to do? March in and confront them? As fun as that would be, it was most likely a trap.

Or was it? Were her stupid sisters even smart enough to think of setting a trap? For all she knew, this was another one of their idiotic impulsive schemes, one that they didn't really think through.

Except, no. That didn't make any sense. There was no way that they could have pulled this off without help, and that help almost certainly came from Team Rocket. They were the ones that had been trying to connive and intimidate her into leaving, and with increasing aggression. They were the ones who would have smelled a prime opportunity to use Misty's own family against her. Her sisters did make the perfect patsies, after all.

But how? She literally owned most of the building, or at least she did! Their combined shares weren't enough to overrule her; their worthless mother's will had seen to that! She had won the tournament, which meant that the Cerulean Gym was hers!

…unless they found an out.

Unless they somehow knew that she was a PokeGirl. Yeah, that would do it.

Then, as she continued to mull over troublesome thoughts, she heard May whisper, "Oh. Oh wow."

Blinking, Misty raised her head to look.

Her back to the two girls, Jessie rose up from the lake, water sluicing off of her shoulders as she stretched her arms over her head and arched her back. Misty's mouth went dry as she watched those lean muscles flex, those ample breasts rise into profile as Jessie turned, or that oh so generous ass practically bounce as Jessie came up. Even the shards of moon stone still embedded in her back, once so horrific-looking, now seemed more like deliberate decoration, the sun glinting off of them like they were flecks of gold.

Jessie was a lot of things, many of them things that Misty cared very little for.

But there was no denying how hot she was.

"This isn't fair," May seethed. "I would've…given my left arm…to have someone like Jessie join our party. Friendly. Powerful. Dead sexy. Completely devoted to Ash. Down for anything. But it had to be her?"

"She's kind of like Yellow, actually," Misty observed. "Like, in fifteen years."

There was a pause, and then May let out a hissing breath through her teeth. "Darn it, you're right. She's basically Yellow if Yellow was a MILF! She's perfect! But she's also an evil Rocket who tried to kill us and who's memory might come back at any time! It's not fair!"

Jessie must have sensed that she was being watched and talked about, as she then turned toward the two girls and happily waved at them with a sunny grin, her breasts bouncing merrily. Not knowing how else to react, Misty and May awkwardly waved back.

"It's not fair," May complained as they lowered their hands. "It's not fair!"

Number Eight: And She's Also Really Sexy

"Is she still at it?" Misty wondered as she, Ash, and May cleaned up the remains of lunch.

They had stopped in a small meadow to have lunch. Jessie had finished first, and then excused herself. None of them had been exactly thrilled about the idea of having her wander off, until it became clear exactly why she wanted some time to herself. And by clear, that is to say she had taken their refusal to let her go off by herself, sat down, and started masturbating on the spot.

After that, Ash had granted her request, so long as she stayed within earshot.

That had been ten minutes ago. "Sure sounds like it," Ash said, tilting her head. Just over a small, rock-covered mound, the sound of loud moans and cries could be heard. "Wow. It's, uh, taking her a while, isn't it?"

May sighed. In addition to literally everything else, the pheromones that Jessie had been giving off for…pretty much all afternoon had been winding her up, and now that she was masturbating, they had gone into overdrive, making May both horny and cranky, a dangerous combination. "I keep telling you guys. She's a PokeGirl! Masturbation is good only for so much, and when you're as pent up as she probably is, it barely even takes the edge off."

Ash fidgeted nervously in his seat. "Am I going to have to, you know, do it with her?"

Misty raised an eyebrow. "Congratulation on being the literally the first person in the world to be uncomfortable with doing it with your sexy older woman love slave."

"Look, it's not that! Well, maybe a little. I mean, she's about as old as my mom, so it's weird! But besides that…" Ash shivered. "It's just weird!"

"Because it's still Jessie, who tried really hard to kill all of us a bunch of times?" Misty guessed.

"Yeah, well, that, but also, it just doesn't feel…right, you know?" Ash said, making a face. "I mean, I know Jessie was a bad person, but she definitely would never say yes to having sex with me, so doing it with her now that her brain's all scrambled feels sort of…icky."

May frowned. "Uh, except she's still a PokeGirl, and PokeGirls not doing it with their trainers is literally considered an act of cruelty."

Jessie suddenly let out a loud, strangled cry that slowly evened back down to gentle whimpering.

"Right, fine," May said, standing to her feet. "This has gone on long enough. I'll do it."

"May?" Ash said in alarm. He and Misty both got up as well. "Is that a good idea? I mean, it's kind of-"

May sighed. "Ash, it was your idea to bring her along, so if you're all squeamish about doing your duty as her trainer, I'll step up."

"No, hold on!" Ash's hand shot out to grab May's wrist. "I'll do it. You don't have to, okay?"

May paused, caught between multiple conflicting impulses. Obey her trainer. Bang the hot MILF. Don't get intimate with a Team Rocket Grunt. Stand as a barrier before an experience that might actually end up hurting, if not killing Ash.

"Ash," she said at last, speaking through gritted teeth. She peeled his hand off of her wrist. "Trust me on this."

"But-"

"Remember when Misty accidentally shocked you?" she said. "Jessie's hasn't had any training either. What if you make her cum, and she poisons you?"

Ash was clearly gobsmacked. That really hadn't occurred to him at all. "B-But what if she poisons you?" he stammered.

"Antidotes work on me, okay?" May turned toward to where the panting and moaning woman could still be heard. "So, just let me work!"

Despite her confident words, May's heart still pounded hard in her chest as she cleared the small slope. It wasn't the possibility of being poisoned that scared her, or being blasted by dark energy. Pain was pain, and her tolerance was as high as ever.

No, what repulsed her was the who. Brain wipe or not, it was still Jessie, a Rocket. As far as she was concerned, Rockets ought to be scoured from the face of the Earth, just exterminated for the good of everyone. No matter the circumstances, having sex with one just felt degrading.

And how weird has my life become? May thought ruefully. That having sex with a big-titted babe would be considered taking one for the team?

Sure enough, there Jessie was, sitting with her legs spread, back bent over and face contorted in desperate concentration as her fingers all but mauled a very wet and very swollen pussy.

"Ash," she whispered. "Oh, Ash. Yes. Just like that, my master. Just like that!"

Despite herself, May did feel a twinge of empathy for Jessie. A PokeGirl's yearning for her trainer was a powerful thing, and Jessie was denied hers. She remembered how frustrating Ash and Misty's refusal to consummate their relationship had been, how it had driven her nuts to watch their stupid pride hurt the people that she cared about the most.

What was more, with Jessie being the way that she was now, her PokeGirl instincts were literally all that she had. Ash was her whole world now, and he wouldn't so much as touch her. That had to hurt.

Of course, May would probably be feeling a little more sympathetic were it not Jessie stuck in that situation, but it was what it was.

"Okay, stop," she said crankily.

Jessie jerked in surprise. "Wha-What?" she said, gawking up at May.

"Your fingers aren't enough," May said, gesturing down at a cunt so engorged that it could be mistaken for a dick's bulge were she wearing pants. "So, I'm going to help you get it out of your system."

"B-But I thought you said-"

"I know what I said, but we need to go, and you need to cum!" May snapped.

"Uh…come where?"

"Here!" May pointed down at the ground. "Right here!"

Jessie was now utterly confused. "Why do I need to come to a place I'm already at?"

"Well, where else are you going to do it?"

"Oh, my God," May heard Misty groan in exasperation.

"Well, I don't know!" Jessie said. "You're the one who's saying I need to come to some place, but apparently it's a place I'm already at, so-"

And then May got it, and the pounding headache that had been forming ever since Jessie had joined their merry little party gave a particularly painful throb. "No! Not 'come.' I mean 'cum!'"

Jessie cringed back. "Please don't be mad at me. I really have no idea what you're talking about."

"I mean C-U-M! Cum! As if in, orgasm!"

Finally, the lights went on in Jessie's eyes. "Oooooh," she said. "See, I can't really tell how it's spelled, because they both sound the same, so when you say it out loud, it's-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," May groused as she angrily began stripping her clothes off. "Look, just lie back, let me work, and do everything that I tell you, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," Jessie said in a diminutive tone. She leaned back on her elbows, knees spreading further for her, presenting her weeping labia to the young girl.

Why her? May internally lamented. She's perfect. She's literally perfect. But she's also Jessie! It's not fair.

Well, whatever. She had a job to do. Might as well get it over with.

"Excuse me, Miss May?" Jessie said. "Will you get mad at me again if I pointed out that you're really, really pretty?"

May, who was halfway down to her knees, paused at this. Her face twitched. "Uh, thanks," she said at last.

She hunkered down, lying flat on her belly, staring right at those swollen lips. Despite who they belonged to, that tantalizing sight mixed with Jessie's heady musk was making May go crazy. After this was over, she was going to have both Ash and Misty pound her into next week. They owed it to her.

Closing her eyes, she craned her neck forward and took a tentative lick.

"Ooooh!" Jessie groaned, her legs kicking out to either side of May's body. "Oh, that's…Oh!"

The taste was…huh. Kind of sweet actually, but with a sort of bitter aftertaste, though not an unpleasant one. Sort of like the Grepa Berry flavoring used for cough syrup, only without the medicine taste. Not bad.

May waited a bit for the distinctive feverish rush of being poisoned to sweep through her body, and when it didn't, she threw herself into her task with greater aplomb.

With Jessie writhing and squealing beneath her ministrations, May ran her mouth and tongue over those engorged lips, lapping up that hot arousal. With Jessie's taste and scent filling her mind, May felt her inhibitions melt away. Suddenly, the prospect of doing it with a former member of Team Rocket seemed to be not as important. All that mattered was the hot pussy before her.

Two long, curvy legs wrapped around May's back and shoulders, and she let them. She seized Jessie's thighs with both hands and surrendered herself fully to the passion, feasting on the fleshy sex with wild abandon.

When Jessie came, May almost didn't notice. The taste grew stronger, but it wasn't until the mature woman's shrill screams finally registered that enough of May's mind surfaced from the lustful haze to realize that she was firmly locked in with her mouth against the pussy of an inexperienced PokeGirl about to be brought to her first orgasm by a partner. And given what had happened with Misty and Ash, that was probably not a good position to be in.

However, that wasn't enough for her to even begin to consider drawing back. Her libido was fully in control.

Jessie's nectar filled May's senses, and…that was it. No sudden taste of poison. No burst of dark energy. She came, and came strong, and that was it.

Huh.

"Oh, that was lovely," Jessie breathed as she flopped back, her whole body flush with arousal.

Flummoxed, May sat back. What was going on? Jessie ought to be spewing poison out of every orifice and shooting off dark energy. The first time that May had really orgasmed after becoming a PokeGirl, she had ended up burning down her dad's garage, to say nothing of the disaster that had been Misty's first time! But here Jessie was, orgasming without trouble, with no training and no-

And then May got it.

Misty's relationship with her being a PokeGirl was…turbulent. Contradictory, both in terms to the typing she had received and just being a PokeGirl at all. So, of course the core of her power had been out of whack. It was power that she didn't even want to have.

As for May, well, as much as she disagreed with them, there were quite a few reasons why catching children was banned in most regions. In addition to the obvious ones, being caught before experiencing puberty made adjusting to the sudden rush of powerful hormones much more difficult than it would be for an adult.

But Jessie was an adult, one who had passed through puberty long ago and, presumably, was already sexually experienced before Ash had accidentally claimed her as his own. What was more, according to what he and Misty had said, she didn't seem to have any issue with being a PokeGirl at all. And if she had, then she definitely did not anymore. In fact, being a PokeGirl was literally all she knew now. Her core was perfectly balanced.

Oh.

"Um, Miss May?" Jessie said, her body squirming nervously. "I don't want to be a bother, but it's sort of picking up again, so…"

May sighed. Oh, screw it.

She plunged her face back between Jessie's thighs, and the gorgeous amnesiac's head thrust back as she screamed out in ecstasy.

Number Nine: And She Gives Amazing Head

Face flushed, small breasts heaving up and down, and back arched against the grass, May cried out as powerful tremors shook her young body.

Down below, Jessie again had prostrated herself, though this time not out of submission, but to return the favor that the pubescent PokeGirl had granted her, by eating her out. And maybe she had lost her memories, but apparently some skill stayed learned, as there was no way that she hadn't done this before. The woman's tongue was absolutely divine!

"Nnnngh!" May choked out. She seized Jessie's head with both hands, feeling the short bristles of hair that was only just starting to regrow tickle her skin. Jessie's tongue wormed its way deeper and deeper, enthusiastically introducing itself to May's love canal.

Though May now operated on pure animal instinct, her ears still pricked up when she heard a familiar moan. Opening her eyes, she glanced to one side to see Ash pressing Misty up against a tree, both of their pants around their ankles and one of Misty's legs thrown over Ash's hips as he thrust into her. Apparently, Jessie's musk had been driving Misty as crazy as it had May.

Strong hands gripped firmly onto May's thighs as she had Jessie's, holding the writhing young girl in place. May brought a hand to her mouth to bite down on her finger while her hips bucked into Jessie's mouth, smearing her face with the fire-type's climax.

As May began to calm down, she found herself thinking, I can't believe this. I'm letting myself get eaten out by Jessie.

"Was it good?" Jessie asked, though not in the sultry voice of a lover, but the hesitant questioning of a student unsure about their last test's marks.

May sighed. As loath as she was to award Jessie any sort of compliment, no PokeGirl that could eat pussy like that deserved unfair criticism. "Yeah," she panted. "It was good."

Number Ten: Hurting Her Feelings Feels Really Bad

"What are you doing?"

The question was asked by Misty. The person being questioned was, of course, Jessie. And the questioned concerned why, when Misty, May, and Ash had pulled out Misty's tent, Jessie had decided to approach them with an expectant look on her face.

"Helping!" Jessie declared.

Ash cleared his throat. "Um, helping with what, Jessie?"

"Setting up our tent!" Jessie pointed down at the bundle of orange fabric. "See? That one?"

Angry embers flashed in Misty's eyes. "Our tent?"

Sensing that her preteen companions were once again angry with her, the smile withered from Jessie's face. "I, uh…"

Misty stepped forward. "Jessie. Get this through your skull. There is no our. There is no us, not with you. This tent is for me, Ash, and May. We're bringing you along because we have to. That doesn't make us friends, okay?"

"And we can handle this ourselves," May said in a cold tone. "We really don't need you tripping over everything and screwing things up."

"Okay, okay, enough already!" Ash cut in before things could again escalate. "Everyone. Chill out!"

"She started it," May mumbled.

"Okay, one! No, she didn't! But, two!" Ash exhaled, making a visible attempt to calm down. "Uh, Jessie? They do have a point. It's…kind of too early to have you be sleeping with us."

"Oh," Jessie said, looking to all the world like a small child told at the last minute that her birthday party had been cancelled. "I thought-" Her shoulders slumped. "Okay. Sorry."

Ash grimaced. "Darn it," he whispered. Then he grabbed his backpack and pulled out a couple of shrunken-down packets. A moment later they had expanded to their full size.

"Here," he said, handing them to her. "Here's my old tent and my old sleeping bag. They're…probably a little small for you, but at least you won't be sleeping out in the cold."

Jessie's face lit up as she accepted the two bundles. "You mean it?" she said, clutching them to her sizeable bosom. "You're giving me-" Grinning widely, she did a little dance of joy while squealing in delight. "Thank you! Best master ever!"

Misty made a face as Jessie got down to get to work. She kept making that face even as the amnesiac PokeGirl got hopelessly lost trying to figure out how the pegs and the poles worked. And she continued to make that face when Ash finally gave up and went over to help.

"Y'know, I'm starting to kind of wish that she was still evil," May muttered into Misty's ear. "Because I really want to hate her, but she's making it so hard!"

"Yeah," Misty sighed. "Yeah. I know what you mean."

…

Frowning in dismay, Misty looked over the list that she and May had compiled. "Okay, this didn't really turn out like we expected."

"Yeah, no kidding," May said, looking over Misty's shoulder. "I think we ended up with just as many reasons for her to stay!"

"But she can't! I mean, it's obvious, isn't it?"

Sighing, May crumpled up the paper and set it alight. "Okay, let's think about this logically," she said as the ashes scattered to the wind. "Forget about how stupid or annoying she is. That's…tolerable, and if she wasn't who she was, it would actually be kind of funny."

"True," Misty said, sitting down on a rock. "The real problem is that she's Jessie."

"Exactly! None of that other stuff matters. What does matter is that the only reason she's not an evil harpy out to kill us anymore is because her brain's been scrambled! So, what happens if it gets unscrambled?"

The very thought sent them both into a solemn silence. Because no matter how dumb or silly Jessie was, she was still incredibly strong. Beating her the last time had taken a lot of luck and a whole lot more of risking a berserking Tangela. If her memories did come back, then there was no telling what she might do to them.

"We have to talk to him," Misty said at last. "Yeah, Ash is as stubborn as they come, but he has to see reason."

May snorted. "Good luck with that. Stubborn? Yeah, no kidding. The only person I know that's about as stubborn as him is you, and he owns you!"

Misty felt that May was perhaps turning a blind eye to her own notorious stubborn streak. "We still have to try."

"Well, here's your chance," May said, pointing to a spot past Misty. "He's coming this way."

Sure enough, their trainer was headed toward the two, a very familiar look of determination in his eyes.

Misty stood up. "Ash, listen-"

"Guys, we have to talk," Ash said brusquely. "It's about Jessie."

The two PokeGirls exchanged looks of surprise and discomfort. "What'd she do now?" May asked.

"Nothing! I mean, nothing new, but…" Ash shook his head. "Look, I know you don't like her, and I know why you don't like her. I get it. But even so, I'm gonna have to ask you to try to be a little nicer to her."

"What," May said in a flat tone.

"I'm serious. I'm not saying you have to be her friend, but at least try to stop yelling at and insulting her, okay?"

"Why?" Misty wanted to know. "I mean, come on, Ash! Don't tell me you've already forgotten everything that she did!"

"And that's the reason!"

Both Misty and May shut up.

"Look, I know she's like a big kid right now," Ash explained. "But let's not forget that she used to be an evil criminal who tried to kill us all a whole bunch of times, and the only reason that she's not doing that right now is because of a giant moon stone explosion obliterating her memories."

Misty and May both stared. Why was he making their points for them?

"And none of us have any idea how any of that works! Who's to say it's permanent? What if something changes? What if she remembers who she was? What then?"

"Ash," Misty said at last. "You're the one that wanted to bring her along in the first place, remember?"

"And you know why," Ash said flatly, clearly not in the mood to revisit that argument. "She'll follow us no matter what. We can't give her back to Team Rocket, we can't trust the police, and I'm not letting either of you kill anyone, got it?"

May sighed. "Got it."

"But even if we don't know if she'll ever remember who she was, right now she's trying, guys. She's trying really hard not to be Evil Jessie." He turned his gaze from one PokeGirl to the next, looking them both right in the eye. "But if you two keep being mean to her, keep yelling at her and calling her names, then what's the point of trying? And if she does get her memories back, she'll have even more reasons to want revenge!"

Neither Misty nor May had an answer to that.

"But if we do give her a chance, if we are nice to her and actually give her a reason to try, maybe she won't! I mean, we've all seen how Team Rocket treats each other. The other Rockets probably treated her as bad as she treated them! Maybe, if we help her be a good guy from now on, maybe she'll want to stay that way."

"You're saying that you think that you can actually redeem that monster?" Misty said in disbelief.

Ash spread his hands. "I don't know. I only know that right now, if blank slate Jessie is this friendly, maybe it's not her nature to be like how she was. Maybe she's supposed to be a nice person, and something…made her bad. Maybe people have been mean to Jessie her whole life, and that's what made her mean. So, maybe it's time for people to stop being mean to her. Otherwise, why should she even try if we're not going to let her?"

May glanced over to Misty, who in blew out a long breath. She hated to admit it, but Ash did have a point.

"Okay," she said at last. "I still don't like it, but we'll give her a chance."

"But!" May declared, sticking her finger in the air. "If she does turn bad again, then those chances go out the window. I'm shutting her down on the spot. Got it?"

Ash smiled in relief. "Thanks, guys. That's all I ask."

Then, so suddenly that both Misty and May were taken by surprise, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around their shoulders and pulling them into a tight hug. "I knew I could count on you," he said.

Misty sighed. She shot May a glance over the back of Ash's shoulders, who made a face. Misty couldn't help but agree.

They found Jessie by herself, anxiously pacing back and forth while wringing her hands together. "What did I do? What did I do?" she was muttering to herself. "Bad. Why was I so bad? What did I do to those kids? Why? I don't want to be bad. But I was. Now they hate me, and I don't know what to do."

May's face tightened into a grimace. "Maybe Ash has a point," she muttered to Misty.

At loath as she was to admit it, Misty had to agree. Clearing her throat, Misty approached the agitated amnesiac. "Uh, Jessie?"

At the sound of her voice, Jessie tensed up, slowly turning toward the girls, her body seeming to shrink into itself as if anticipating a smacking and or a scolding. "Uh, h-hi!" she squeaked. "Did I do something wrong? I'm really sorry if I did!"

Great. She really had to lay it on that thick, didn't she? "Jessie, look," Misty said. "I know we haven't…really been the nicest to you."

"On account of all the murder attempts," May muttered under her breath, only to earn a sharp elbow to the side from Misty.

"And I know that you seem like you really do feel bad for all of that and want to be different from that other Jessie," Misty continued. "So, if you really are different, and if you really don't have any memory of all of that and want to be good, then I guess it's not fair to take all of that out on you."

Jessie stared uncomprehendingly at the two, as her brain tried to process what she was being told. Then realization dawned on her face, and her eyes went wide. "Wait, you mean it?" she whispered, slowly straightening up.

Misty cringed. "Yeah," she said. "Uh, sorry about all that."

"Same, I guess," May said.

Well, time for it. "So, I can't promise that it'll be easy or that we're exactly friends," Misty continued. She held out her hand. "But I guess you deserve a second chance. So, fresh start?"

Jessie sniffed. "Really?" she said, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah," Misty said. She glanced over to May, who sighed but extended her hand as well.

Jessie stared down at the two offerings of peace. "Wow," she said. "I didn't." She giggled. "I d-didn't expect…"

Then she clasped Misty and May's hands with both of her own, having to turn her left hand around to do so, and enthusiastically shook them both. "Thank you! Thank you so much! A-And I promise not to let you down!"

"Good," Misty said, even though part of her still half-expected Jessie to suddenly jab her poisonous fingernails into her hand. "Appreciate it."

Beaming, Jessie clasped her hands in front of her face and giddily bounced up and down. "Oh, uh, I know this might a little too soon, but…can I hug you?"

A pained look passed over May's face. "I, er, well…" She glanced over to Misty, silently begging her not to accept.

Unfortunately for her, Misty merely rolled her eyes and said, "Uh, sure. I guess-"

Suddenly, she and May found themselves swooped up into a pair of strong arms, their faces crushed into a pair of mountainous mammaries. "You girls are the best!" Jessie cried, weeping happy tears. She swung the two dangling girls back and forth in joy. "Thank you!"

Note to self: make sure Jessie doesn't accidentally crush Ash to a pulp in excitement, Misty thought when Jessie finally set the two back down. Because…ow. "Don't mention it," she muttered, straightening out her neck.

"So, I'll leave you two alone," Jessie said. "But again, thank you!"

With that, she turned and bounded off, practically skipping with joy.

The pair watched her go. "I'll give her this," May said, her eyes focused on the generous derriere that bounced and jiggled with every bound. "If this is still some kind of set-up, then she's really committing."

"I don't think it is," Misty said. "But even so, this is so weird."

"Yeah." May placed her hands on her hips and sighed. "And if she does get all her memories of Evil Jessie back and doesn't want to stay as Good Jessie? What then?"

Shaking her head, Misty turned to return to camp. "One crisis at a time, May. We have enough to deal with right now as it is."

…

Ash lay with his back against a boulder. Misty lay at his side, curled up in the grass with her head resting in his lap and one hand on his thigh as she stared at the fire. Idly stroking her hair, he stared up at the starlit sky as he tried to work his head around the challenge facing them.

They would arrive at Cerulean City sometime tomorrow. And when they did, things were going to change. Misty was going to leave her old life once and for all, finally confronting her sisters for how they had treated her. But they still didn't know if Team Rocket really was behind the gym takeover or not. If they weren't, then their task was simple: yell at those backstabbing skanks, humiliate them and win a badge, "liberate" Misty's old Pokemon, and make tracks. In and out.

Okay, the whole raiding a gym of all of its Pokemon to be rereleased back into the wild was kind of complicated, but honestly, Ash had faced tougher challenges.

But if Team Rocket was involved, then they were very likely walking into incredible danger, if not an outright trap. They were going to have to be careful.

"Hmmm."

The thoughtful hum jolted Ash from his musings. He turned to see May sitting cross-legged nearby, staring at him and Misty.

Frowning, Ash mouthed, What?

May glanced down at Misty before looking back up at Ash. She grinned, and then lifted her hands up, fingers curled up like a dog's paws.

Bark, bark, she mouthed back.

Ash rolled his eyes. Ever since finding out about the "good girl" thing, May seemed fixated on the idea of Misty being Ash's pet. Which was just silly. She had refused that collar, hadn't she? Besides, she was technically Ash's girlfriend now, and resting your head in your boyfriend's lap was normal girlfriend behavior.

Still, he was kind of literally petting her at the moment. Ash let his hand drop from her head to his side.

For a moment, Misty didn't react. Then she shifted her weight and turned her head enough to glower up at him.

Sighing, Ash started stroking her hair again. Misty relaxed, letting her head fall back into place with a happy sigh.

May snickered. Ash ignored her.

"Hey, I have kind of a weird question," Jessie said. "Do you guys believe in fate?"

"Um, what?" May said, echoing Ash's feelings. Fate? Even Misty lifted her head enough to stare at the older woman in puzzlement.

Jessie was sitting across from Ash, also staring up at the sky. Honestly, he had gotten used enough to her presence that he barely even noticed her until she spoke, much less her constant nudity. That was probably a step in the right direction. Or at least a step in a direction.

"Well, I was just thinking," Jessie continued. "I used to be such a bad person, and I can't figure out why. Everything you guys told me about what I did to you is just so…weird. I can't wrap my head around it." She sighed. "Do you think some people are just born bad? Am I going to go back to being bad one day?"

Wow. She really was cutting to the heart of the matter, wasn't she? "I don't think anyone is born bad," Ash said. "I think maybe there's people who are meant to be certain things. Like, I couldn't imagine myself as anything other than a trainer."

"Or an archeologist," May said. "I mean, you do love your rocks."

"Well, okay." That was a good point, actually. "What I'm saying is, some people are just naturally good at certain things. And some people also just naturally love certain things. That doesn't mean that they have to do those things, or that they'll really going to succeed even if they do." Ash shrugged. "Just like some people are naturally a little bit angrier than most people. Or a little bit greedier. Or more impatient. That might make it easier for them to be bad, but that doesn't mean that they have to. We all have a choice, don't we?"

"Says the guy with no fewer than six other beings enslaved to his will," May pointed out.

Ash winced. "That's different! Yeah, I can tell you guys to do things, but at the end of the day, I can't change who you really are!" He motioned toward the former Rocket Grunt sitting across from him. "Jessie didn't become good just because I caught her. She became good because Bad Jessie got wiped away, and the Jessie that remained decided that she didn't want to be bad! That's my point!" To Jessie, he said, "No, I don't think you're fated to be bad. I don't think Bad Jessie was fated to be bad. I think maybe she went through some things that made her think that she had to be bad to get by, and felt that she couldn't stop. But that doesn't mean you do. You can…Jessie?"

"S-Sorry," Jessie sniffled as she wiped her eyes. "Do you r-really think of me as Good Jessie?"

Ash scratched his head. "Well, yeah. I mean, the other 'you' was easily the nastiest person I've ever met, but this 'you' has been nothing but nice since we found you. And you really do seem like you want to help and be the best person you can be. So, yes?"

"Wow." Jessie let out a small, teary laugh. "Th-Thank you, master. Um, thank you all, actually. I really am sorry for the way I was before I got exploded, and I can't tell you how much it means to me that you'd give me another chance."

Despite himself, Ash couldn't help but smile. "Glad you're with us," he said, and he meant it. That day that he had been convinced that she was dead was nothing short of awful. This really was the best possible outcome.

He only hoped that it would work out in the end.

…

A/N: In most adventuring parties, you have the cute, innocent one, the one that everyone feels the need to protect. In many cases, this ends up being a child. But when most of the party is already children, that role falls to the only adult.

Anyway, I actually have something of announcement! You know how I have like a gazillion projects being worked on right now? Well, one is too lewd to be posted on my main profile, so I'm posting it here instead! It's a Vocaloid fic, actually. Specifically, a Rin/Len/Miku fic, one that's a fan sequel to someone else's story that I'm very fond of. It's going to be like four chapters and is actually pretty much done, so I'll be posting updates like every two weeks or so from today.